Yours if you want it (Macgyver fanfiction)

8

We were out of the house and in Jack's car the instant he snapped me from my daze.

"Are you sure?" He asked in a rushed voice.

"Do you have a better idea of what could of happened to him?" I asked sitting on the edge of the passenger seat.

"Princess," He said, "I have way too may ideas of what could of happened to him."

"Trust me," I said, "If what I'm thinking is correct the security footage will confirm it. I just hope I'm wrong."

"While I also hope you're wrong, I'm also praying that you're right," Jack was not making much since, "because if you're wrong about this, we are back to square one."

I didn't respond to him. I couldn't with all that was running through my mind at the moment. People tend to get a very wrong first impression of me. Just because I live alone in the middle of a small town and work at a bar doesn't mean I'm just a dull crayon in the box. I was valedictorian of my high school class, I was just so unsure of what I wanted to do with my life after graduation that all I did was attend community college and ended up graduating that with just general studies. Yeah, not enough to get a good job but good enough for me. Just because I don't show people I'm smart doesn't mean I'm not constantly thinking. And right now I could only think one thing...

"Hey," Jack said looking back and forth between me and the road but I refused to look at him in fear that he might see the tears threatening to escape my eyes, "Hey look at me."

I did and I wished I hadn't. I had this thing about being strong because if you aren't strong then people will just walk all over you and I could not let people take advantage of me like that. 

"I know what you're thinking right now, okay?" Jack spoke to me unlike anyone else ever had and it was very strange, the feeling it gave me, "You- You've got that same look Mac use to get all the time."

I looked away from him and he simply continued on with his eyes on the road.

"It's not your fault-"

"Yes it is!" Now I knew that feeling Jack gave me when he spoke earlier was anger. He spoke to me as if I needed help and that I surely didn't, but Mac did and it was all because of me, "I've spent the last three days hating his guts because I thought he was just like every other guy I'd ever met, a worthless, scared little jerk."

"Now Mac's a lot of things but a jerk ain't one of 'em," Jack laughed.

"I know that now," I trailed off, "its just-"

I inwardly smiled at the memory now that I knew it was not the reason Mac ran but when I tried to spread the smile across my lips tears came out instead.

"The night he left," I explained, "or the night I thought he left, I thought he was running from me. That he didn't want me anymore."

"Honey it had only been a week," Jack said with a small smirk.

"No, I mean," I sniffled and wiped my tears away, "I told him I was moving out to LA. I have nothing that makes me happy here anymore but he-" I smiled, "Mac gave me that feeling back."

Jack probably didn't want to hear me talking about his friend like that but when I glanced over to him he had the biggest grin on his face.

"What?" I laughed at him with a hint of sorrow from my crying still in my voice.

"Nothing," he shook his head, "it's just good to know someone cares about Mac as much as I do. The kid hasn't had the easiest life in the world."

"Yeah," I nodded, "I know."